Many years passed, and Vincent had grown up to be one of the prodigies of the Heavenly Pavilion.
His title as Heavenly Sword had also spread far and wide. However, his reputation earned him the love of the ladies as much as he earned the hate of the men.
Although he was now three hundred years old, he still looked like someone who was in his early twenties due to him reaching the rank of a Nascent Soul Cultivator.
"If I were alone, looking down from this peak would have felt lonely," Vincent said as he stood at the highest spiritual mountain in the continent. "I'm glad that you have been with me all this time, Thirteen."
[Vincent, if you don't hurry and leave, they will catch up to you. Even if you are the strongest under the heavens, it will be difficult to defeat the other Nascent Cultivators of the Orthodox, Unorthodox, and Demon Sects. The wound you received a week ago still hasn't fully recovered.]
